Dieter: [murmering to self] Mary on a pogo stick, those giant olives stuffed with feta cheese sure look good. Mmm, artichoke hearts… And they must have a dozen kinds of Italian bread here.
Pat the Diet Angel: Now, now. You’ve already had three tomatoes for lunch.
Mike the other Diet Angel: And a bottle of mineral water.
Dieter: Where’d you guys come from?
Pat: You don’t really want to know.
Dieter: [Looks over at frozen foods aisle] Since when have they had Haagen D
Thank you for noticing. And my giant stuffed olives thank you, too. (Bad joke, but I’m tired.)
I’ve actually been considering doing the scary Atkins thing, but I’m doubting my ability to do so. I lost like six kilos and hit a wall, and since I’m not willing to get all exercise-oriented, I guess I’m stuck here.
Yes, great olives, Mary.
The scary Atkins thing is next, yeah.
That’s “Dieter” like “Diet-er” = “he/she who diets”, not the German name “Dieter” pronounced “Deeter”, ok? Sorry to my German readers, that might have been confusing.
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